Fine, everybody else, you were right. I’ve heard people say this often, but people say a lot of things. People say “supposebly.” I’ve always just hand-waved the idea away as people being too shy or something, because I moved to a new town as a grown up and met friends pretty quickly, and everybody knows my one experience is a fair representation of how things typically work.
The truth is, it seems to be, it’s a lot easier when you work with a lot of people. Even a grumpy old bat like me can find people to get along with when you have 400 co-workers, and then it just kind of snowballs. You go out with them, meet other people, make bar buds, and next thing you, voila! My new gig has like 10 people here, my favorite of which is a white-haired old man with kids my age, who is very, very, sweet, but I doubt he’s going to want to see “The Blackout Diaries” with me tonight. My best friend in town is a girl on the South side whose entire life revolves around her boyfriend, and I’ve never been super close to. We do happy hours, but, you know, having one friend to have drinks with every other week is kind of lame. The other person who I think might be my friend is the flakiest person I’ve ever met, and I’m honestly starting to think he doesn’t even like me that much. I think he only offered to hang around me when I first got here to do me a favor. “Okay, I’m done humoring you, now you go find your own straight friends now.”
Another startling discovery: I don’t like being by myself as much as I thought I did. I mean, Me Time is some serious shit that I love, but this whole solo act thing is a lot more fun when it’s voluntary.
I joined some MeetUp groups, so I’ll see how those go. The only ones that seem half-way interesting to me, though, only meet like once a month or something.
Feh. So how whiny, on a scale of 1-10, is this? I’m giving it a solid 9.5.